All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

MARY'S POV: ​I pulled the gear shift back into drive, stepped down on the gas pedal, and began the long drive back to the house. ​The entire house was pitch black and silent when I unlocked the front door and walked inside. ​The downstairs lights were all turned off, with the only bit of light coming from a small table lamp sitting in the corner of the living room. Its soft yellow glow cast long, dark shadows across the hardwood floor, bathing the furniture in warm shades of amber. I stood in the quiet entryway for a moment and heard the faint sound of a cartoon show coming from Elowen's bedroom up the stairs, followed by the quiet sound of her talking to the nanny. ​I walked quietly down the stairs and then the hallway, pushed the bedroom door open, and stepped inside. ​My small daughter was sitting up near the top of her mattress, her favorite stuffed brown rabbit tucked firmly under her left arm while her big eyes stayed glued to the small television screen on the dresser.

MARY'S POV:​"Save all your thank-yous for after we win the case in court," he said in a warm, comforting tone. "I am getting into my car right now to drive over to your place. Go pack a big suitcase right away. You are not staying in that house another night; you are coming to stay at my place where you will be safe."​I ended the phone call, set the device down on the nightstand, and sat there on the edge of the bed for a moment while the room went quiet again. Then I stood up, pulled a large leather suitcase out of the closet, and began packing my clothes.​I spent the next twenty minutes pacing back and forth across the rug in the living room while I waited for him to arrive.​My heavy suitcase was standing right near the front door, my folder of evidence was safely tucked inside my leather bag, and my mind was racing with a wild mix of intense fear and strange hope. I had spent so many miserable years feeling completely trapped in this cold house, feeling like I had no way out of

MARY'S POV:​Completely ignoring the dirt and shattered glass on the road, I pulled myself closer to his side. My shaking fingers reached for his left wrist, frantically searching for any sign of a pulse beneath his cold skin. His skin felt damp and clammy to the touch, and the beat under his skin was horribly weak, but it was definitely there. He was still alive. He was still breathing.​I quickly reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my mobile phone, my trembling fingers fumbling wildly across the smooth glass screen while my vision went blurry from hot tears. The white numbers swam together on the display, refusing to stay still long enough for me to tap them. I could not get my hands to stop shaking. I could not think straight. The only thing my brain could focus on was the terrifying way Hotch's chest was barely moving, and the way the blood was creeping down his neck.​I was just about to dial emergency services when a tall shadow fell over both of us.​I snapped my head up

MARY'S POV:​The exact second she finished posting the clip online, she completely dropped the scared act and shot me a cruel, victorious smile. Her eyes were icy cold and full of triumph, the look of a person who had just won a grand game without having to do any heavy lifting. Her fake mask of sweet helplessness had completely vanished into thin air, leaving behind the real, nasty woman underneath.​"How could you possibly treat Alistair so terribly right in front of everyone?" she asked me, her sweet voice dripping with fake concern. "That strange man came running straight onto our private property out of nowhere and got hit by our car, did he not? Or are you getting this wildly upset simply because your dirty little affair has finally been exposed to the world?"​Hearing her use the word affair pushed Alistair over the edge into a much darker, wilder rage.​I watched his face change completely, the violent fury building up behind his eyes like a storm. His large hands clenched int

ALISTAIR'S POV: ​The bright morning sunlight poured right through the floor to ceiling glass windows of my corner office, throwing long, dark shadows across the clean marble floor. I sat still behind my heavy desk, my fingers laced together right in front of my face, while my eyes stayed fixed on the busy city skyline way out past the glass pane. The world outside was moving along at full speed, completely oblivious to the messy chaos that had been tearing my personal life apart for the past twelve hours. ​I was still sitting there trying to process everything that had happened down at the general hospital. The terrifying scene in the hallway. The young nurse carrying that white paper. The sudden pregnancy test result. My mother's absolute, screaming fury. That stupid blue-haired livestreamer with his stupid secondary phone and his arrogant, smiling face. The cold, distant way Mary had looked right into my eyes as if I were a complete stranger she had never met before in her entire